All right, then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick.
Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.
Without love, the world itself would not survive.
With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.
Profits on the exchange are the treasures of goblins.
There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy.